By Ernie McCray
I don’t know about y’all but, with all the Three Stooges kind of shenanigans going on in the White House, I feel like we’ve entered the Trump Zone.
It’s definitely not the Twilight Zone, that’s for sure. The Trump Zone’s stories go way beyond any episode I’ve ever seen on the Twilight Zone.
No character in the Twilight Zone comes close to the main character in the Trump Zone, an orange faced villain with hair a scarecrow would refuse to wear, a man who, wherever you look, he is there.
Go on the internet. There he is. Read the paper. There he is. Turn on the TV. There he is. Buy a magazine. There he is. Take in a few deep breaths to meditate. There he is. Podcast? There he is. He’s a piñata, a poop emoji and a figure in coloring books, a favorite Putin joke. His name is on golf courses and buildings, toilet paper, red caps, tote bags, t-shirts, pins, buildings, coffee mugs, bumper stickers, placards, Trump scented candles, balloons…
We wake up every day in the Trump Zone wondering, based on the horrors we’ve seen flow from his multi-flawed bizarre immoral mind, what dimensions of sight and sound and mind and dimensions of things and ideas will he unleash on us that day.
We wonder what lies he will tell as the truth is right before our eyes, totally undisguised, as transparent as an eagle searching prey from high in the skies.
We wonder who he will decry like he’s done to the CIA and the FBI. What law will he obstruct? What top secret will he share with our enemies?
We wonder what thug he will praise. What head of state he will haze or push out of the way to get to the head of the line?
We wonder what will make him ever change if prefacing a bombing with talk about the most beautiful cake he’s ever seen doesn’t make him lower his head in shame?
We wonder why he doesn’t know Israel is in the Middle East or why he’s so fearful of diplomacy or why he hasn’t provided a shred of leadership to the country’s vast bureaucracy. Will he ever get a clue about anything?
Oh, this Trump Zone is so tiring to me, as it’s frustrating to see incompetency and non-caring and rampant stupidity reigning supreme, with some folks saying we need to give the jester a chance when there seems to be absolutely no chance that he is capable of “do overs.”
Why should we want him to “succeed” when, to him, success is:
- making life miserable for Muslims and building walls that separate parents from their children;
- taking away food stamps and opening up more prison cells;
- flattening the tires on Meals on Wheels;
- denying health care for the ill;
- denying women control of their bodies;
- letting the environment fend for itself;
- leaving our national monuments unprotected…
In the Twilight Zone characters face unusual or extraordinary circumstances. But in the Trump Zone the main character, rather than facing abnormal or astonishing situations, is creating them in a frenzy. The Twilight Zone’s tales were exquisitely entertaining fantasies. The Trump Zone is one continuous depressing reality.
But every story has a beginning and an ending and, although this one has been frightening so far, a principal character in the story, Melania Trump, the nation’s First Lady, has signaled what we need to do to end this good versus evil narrative. With an attitude, like ours, of “I didn’t bargain for this,” she moved her hand when the president reached for it and better yet she swatted his hand away on another day and kept on walking.
We need to do likewise, brush this president aside and make our way out of the Trump Zone in as much haste as we can mobilize, seeking as we flee, new ways to proceed as a society.